it goes on. |
What does freedom cost? Eternal life? The convincing of the world that we against ourselves are the only real enemy. Who knows. I stay true to me through this persuit. Reinventing each day, choosing w...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 16:11:00 GMT |
Something I poured out my Big Head.... |
This poem wont deserve its name if i dont descreibe a little of what you make me feel. So before i describe, I sat in silence trying to feel.... feel you. I closed my eyes and smelled a long day of ha...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Feb 2007 15:53:00 GMT |
hey friend |
Friends.. the word makes me squirm. To laugh at the word rather than run to it is safer, ive learned. Its a silly trend that my loyalty has disearned. Treated a friend like royalty is like reaching ur...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Dec 2005 12:26:00 GMT |
Yea |
they call me a hippie, my art is scribbles to this society. My scribbles vary from long tears converted from covered up fears. Your insecurity is my sscribble. Ive gone up and down my white paper conf...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Dec 2005 19:20:00 GMT |
Non issue of my day |
Im not a size D, merely a size b that coyly shows through my Medium T-ees. Im not a size 7, Im only a size 3 in my itty butty jeanzz.. Do u know what that means?? well For the macho man, that means im...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Dec 2005 12:18:00 GMT |
Not so much lately... |
I was feeling like a criminal, my level of free sprited happiness was at its minimum. Is this a new day? I dont know cuz Im starting to feel damn right OK. This criminal just came out on bail, lost th...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Dec 2005 06:03:00 GMT |
Im shivering... |
Will you light my candle?
Posted by on Tue, 06 Dec 2005 06:09:00 GMT |
You hear the chimes? |
YOu remind me of old times. Times when the sky was fucking georgious, the sun burning away at dry leaves somewhere, the birds screaming at us through the window for the third season onc...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 13:24:00 GMT |
Did I do That? |
AYYY que rico pica tu jodio odio. Yo? tranquilita laughing at the cute little crater I created. Que pena que caiste en mi hoyo hondo. Mamita I didnt mean to bring hate to your undeveloped heart. ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 01:18:00 GMT |
The last |
In he midst of exhaustion i still have time for one more. One more deep sigh. My chest gets full of air and i realease it slowwwwly, but i cant keep it in. If I reach my peek, you i might keep. I...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Nov 2005 00:42:00 GMT |
